There he was. The menace, the mystery standing nearby and ready to unfold his secrets. I was waiting for him to make his move. There was a difference in the air. Nothing changed. He laughed his evil laugh that was the sound of nails on a chalkboard and meant trouble.
“You still lack stealth for a fox.” He chortled.
“Only in your evil bear ears” I defended. He laughed. Still the same, evil laugh. The next thing I knew was that I was unconscious.
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